father i stretch
stretch my hands to You

lifelike, this is what your life like, try to live your life right
people really know you, push your buttons like typewrite
this is like a movie, but it's really very lifelike
every single night, right, every single fight, right?
i was looking at the gram and i don't even like likes
i was screamin' at my dad, he told me, "it ain't christ-like"
i was screamin' at the referee just like mike
lookin' for a bright light, sigel, what your life like
riding on a white bike, feeling like excitebike stretch my hands to You
pressin' on the gas, supernova for a night light
screamin' at my dad and he told me, "it ain't christ-like"
but nobody never tell you when you're being like christ
only ever seein' me only when they needin' me
like if tyler perry made a movie for b-e-t
searchin' for a deity, now you wanna see it free
now you wanna see if we, let's just see if three apiece
tell me what your life like, turn it down, a bright light
drivin' with my dad, and he told me, "it ain't christ-like" stretch my hands to You
i'm just tryna find, i've been lookin' for a new way
i'm just really tryin' not to really do the fool way
i don't have a cool way, bein' on my best, though
block 'em on the text though, nothin' else next though
not another word, letter, picture, or a decimal father, i stretch
wrestlin' with god, i don't really want to wrestle
man, it's really lifelike, everything in my life stretch my hands to You
arguing with my dad, and he said, "it ain't christ-like"

man
you know, it's like
somebody only close who can get you, like, off your
i be on my
i woke up this morning, i said my prayers
i'm all doing good, i tried to talk to my dad stretch my hands to You
give him some advice, he starts spazzin' on me
i start spazzin' back, he said "that ain't christ-like"
i said, "AAAAAAAAA"

does he write his own rhymes? well sort of, i think 'em
that means i forgot better s**t than you ever thought of